Wrong Move

Chapter 43

Wrong Move

Declan's POV

Beatrice was a damn fool. A reckless, arrogant bitch who thought she had power just because she could run her mouth. One more mistake from her, and I'd make sure she never lived to make another.

I leaned back in my seat, my fingers tapping rhythmically against the leather armrest as my driver sped through the darkened streets. My mind was already on the next order of business.

Those bastards who had kidnapped Beatrice—they needed a lesson. A brutal, unforgettable reminder that no one messed with me or what was mine.

"Turn the car around," I ordered, my voice calm but laced with authority.

The driver hesitated. "Sir, going back there isn't safe—"

I turned my head slowly, fixing him with a cold stare. "If you want to act like a coward, do it somewhere else. Not in my car."

The tension thickened. The man swallowed hard and nodded, wisely choosing silence over stupidity.